I bowed down to my own reflection.
It was a fleck a spot a dot
in the disturbed waters.
I’ve lost sight of the One
who said “Peace, be still.”
There are ripples in
my wavering consciousness.
Then He took his hands
and spread out the waters
like fine clear linen.
Like a glassy sea my
image smoothed out.
“You are beautiful,” He said, “see?”
I saw myself more clearly
next to Him.
We sat beside the still waters.
The fear of allowing others in
or coming out of myself
became a gentle lapping of soul waters.
Soul waters on the shore of us.
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